"Oh.." the creature looks at you slowly. She's staring at you just as blankly as she was at the TV. You're not sure she really saw either of you. "I'm not Mania.. I mean I am. Kinda. But not really. I'm like.. her polar opposite." The creature speaks slowly, pausing for too long at places and trailing off at the end of sentences. "My name is Depressive.. I'm not really in that much of a party mood. Or like an anything mood. But you're here now right. I wish someone else could take care of it.."

You feel slightly bad for Depressive. This seems like a hard job to do when you're in a nothing mood.